Once their drinks were set out (a pair of shots for each of them) he thumbed the counter with his fist. "Alright! See who can shoot it down the fastest!" It was strange that he could turn off talking music, almost as if his head was bouncing from subject to subject. He was writing something in his head. Flailing his arms around to the beat of the music no one else could hear, he set his glass up to hers. "Ready! Set! Go!" He just liked having fun too.